Doomsday Wonderland

The process of leaving the arsenal was indeed as smooth as Sibaan said.

When the two came to the gate, he only inadvertently stretched out his hand to touch the mirror-like light screen. It suddenly shattered into countless silver light spots and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.

They first went to a nearby sign-in point; after signing in, they stayed up all night and experienced several thrills. Lin Sanjiu, who was now mentally and physically exhausted, couldn't help but put his forehead against the sign-in point selling ice cream. Let out a breath.

She knew that the dream script was not a place to relax, but she really wished she could lie down and sleep soon - maybe the exodus had spoiled her.

Along the way, although the two of them received numerous attention-grabbing gifts, all eyes were undoubtedly focused on Sibaan alone. When walking beside him, Lin Sanjiu seemed to suddenly turn into a shadow under the lampshade, and no one could see her.

"The arsenal is a very interesting place, but it's a pity that I can't take you around this time," Siba'an said as he walked: "Next time if there is a chance, I will take you back."

Lin Sanjiu turned his head slightly and glanced at the tall war hammer standing under the dome behind him with his peripheral vision. A group of tourists walked past the two of them, chattering and gradually moving away in the direction of the arsenal, which did make her feel a little envious.

There was probably no one in the Twelve Worlds who was not curious about the arsenal. However, after today's incident, she no longer had any room to join such a sightseeing group.

"Then we have to wait until Li Wensujiang gives up on my mission, right?"

Sibaan snorted from his nose, "Or when the warhead is back in my hands."

"Come back again?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but glance at him - the skylight coming from the transparent dome of Biluo District happened to fall on his profile, and a bright light appeared on his blond hair. She looked away and asked, "I thought your positions were all assigned..."

"Generally speaking, that's true," Siba'an shrugged, his dark red epaulettes flashing slightly. "But one day, I was suddenly transferred to the Security Department, and Le Van Thu Giang took over my position. Before that day, no one had seen him and no one knew who he was. I investigated him for a long time and found nothing. , not even a single person who had heard of or seen him was found, and there was no information about him even in the visa officer’s system. Just like that, for no reason, a person seemed to suddenly appear from the cracks in the ground. He took over my seat under direct orders from the board of directors.”

"There's not even—— in the visa officer's system?" Lin Sanjiu was surprised: "How is this possible?"

Li Wensujiang may not have just been born in this world!

Sibaan turned his head and glanced at Lin Sanjiu. His green pupils were astonishingly clear and transparent in the sunlight.

Even when discussing such things, his voice was very gentle and pleasant: "I think Li Wensujiang may be a pseudonym, or someone used some unknown method to cover up his past traces. It's strange, why must it be necessary? What about hiding his identity? There are only two violent departments in the arsenal, and the fight and personal grudges between each other have been brought to light. This may not be a coincidence... Oh, here comes the car."

The rails passed high overhead, spiraled downward, and disappeared deep into the ground in the distance. A roaring iron train stopped in front of the two of them, and they entered the carriage - it is said that this train will take passengers all the way down, and eventually spit people back to the ground.

The carriage was empty, with no seats; as the train plunged downwards, it suddenly became extremely dark, with only a few weak lights that seemed to be extinguished at any time, swaying as the carriage swayed. In the fast-moving train, the darkness seemed to come to life because of this, and it kept disappearing, making everyone look less like themselves.

Lin Sanjiu managed to steady himself and asked, "Are you saying that the senior management intends for you to supervise and restrain each other? Who is the senior management?"

"A few guys whose sense of crisis is always a little too much." In the dimness, she seemed to see Si Ba'an shaking his head: "If I still can't find any background of Li Wen tracing the river, maybe I will also go to the dream script."

This sentence once again aroused Lin Sanjiu's thoughts.

Sibaan briefly introduced the "Dream Script" to her, and when she actually saw this copy with her own eyes, she couldn't help being surprised.

She had seen many "wild" copies in the apocalyptic world; but this was the first time she had seen such a copy operating under the supervision of the Twelve Worlds. A few hundred meters away from the real entrance, this uphill road was sparsely lined with vendors of all kinds, attracting the footsteps of the evolvers heading to the dungeon with various ideas. The evolvers walked forward in twos and threes, some looked white with nervousness, some walked in a hurry and disappeared in the blink of an eye; more people just walked and browsed the stalls around them.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a bright yellow warning sign erected every other section of the road, saying that a few meters ahead was a copy of "Dream Script", she might have thought that this was the entrance to a park.

"Why...why are there still vendors here?"

"Look, it's right for me to come with you, right?" Siba'an acted like a big child, showing a little bit of pride in his almost dazzling smile: "Dream Script is very famous in Biluo Huangquan. I want to come here every day to try it. There is an endless stream of lucky people. Because of these visitors, a market has gradually formed here."

"We need the necessary supplies for the dream script." As soon as a vendor pushing a glass case saw her walking toward him, he immediately greeted her very skillfully: "Come and see, I--" He didn't finish his sentence. Looking up, he suddenly saw Sibaan, and he couldn't help but paused for a few seconds. Lin Sanjiu took advantage of the moment when he was speechless and moved closer to the glass cabinet.

Inside the cabinet is a row of homemade manuscripts of different thicknesses tied up with threads. Each cover has a different content, but the titles are more eye-catching than the last.

"Nineteen in and nineteen out, his secret to defeating the dream script!" 》

"What I brought out from the dream script, Ms. Yi Mei experienced it personally"

"Love in a Nightmare, Spiritual Entanglement and Escape from Death"

Lin Sanjiu had just read the covers of several manuscripts when several more glass cabinets came up; it seemed that the stall owners pushing them over were also ordinary people like the first stall owner. Although the items in the cabinet are similar, the more you look at them, the harder it becomes to decide. I just feel that every one is very important and you should buy them all——

"Dream Script, Ten Hidden Settings You Must Know"

"The Key to Bringing the Right Items from the Script, Interviews with Big Bosses from the Twelve Worlds"

"Top Secret! The Puppet Master’s Dream Script Clearance Experience”

Just when she reached out to the last book, Sibaan suddenly gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the circle of glass cabinets.

"In these so-called guides, as long as 70% are true and 30% are false, it will be enough for you to lose your life in the copy." He glanced back at the last glass cabinet: "They may not mean to harm people, but these manuscripts It’s been passed down all the time, and I think they don’t know how much guarantee there is on what they’re selling. Come on, I’ll take you to buy it.”

Under his guidance, what Lin Sanjiu finally bought was a lip-shaped 200 ml water bag, a can of hot coffee, and a pair of duck-finned water shoes.

The question "Why buy water shoes?" inevitably became more and more serious as Lin Sanjiu continued to walk forward. The closer they got to the dungeon, the more evolvers were standing on the roadside, changing their clothes one after another, revealing the swimsuits underneath. Perhaps because the weather is a bit cold now, swimsuits are basically long-sleeved and long-trousers; some people also carried a schoolbag-shaped plastic bag with a strap, and stuffed all their clothes and shoes into the plastic backpack.

Under the warning sign "Thirty meters ahead, a copy of the 'Dream Script'", Siba'an stopped.

"I can't go any further," he smiled at Lin Sanjiu, his green eyes seemed to be filled with steaming water vapor from the lake. "I hope you can bring out the answer smoothly."

Is it really possible?

When Lin Sanjiu followed the flow of people towards the last thirty meters, she still had a lingering doubt in her heart.

It is said that when a person comes out of the dream script, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net will have a certain chance of bringing out an item; if one walks into the dream script with a specific goal, then for the reason of "Thinking about it every day, thinking about it at night" Based on the principle of "having a dream", this evolver has a certain chance of bringing out something he needs.

There are different opinions on how likely this is.

What can be brought out does not necessarily have to be tangible, it can be a passage, a dream, a message; some people even have an additional talent after coming out - although bel canto is useless in the doomsday world, but It still gave many people confidence.

The Twelve Realms generally only have a D-level level, so it’s not that difficult to get a dungeon. It is this idea that prompted a large number of evolutionists from the Twelve Realms to come to the dream script, and as Sibaan said, "try it." A handful of luck”.

Lin Sanjiu hung the thin belt on her ears and put on the water bag. Its shape was right in line with her lips; there was no hole in it, but she immediately felt an undetectable trace of cool water flowing in between her lips and teeth. It will be your main source of moisture for the next day.

When she followed the uphill road and finally walked into the white mist, before she could see the scene in front of her clearly, her feet suddenly softened; at the same time, countless evolvers around her fell down with her "gu dong dong" land. In the dead silence, countless evolved people covered the ground in layers, shrouded in thick fog, like corpses dumped in warehouses and grains after the war.

After this wave of people fell, the ground beneath them slowly moved, pushing them back, leaving room for the next wave of new people.

Lin Sanjiu had already fallen into a dream.